ticket-porter

I could not contest the point, so I ordered my Bedouins for the appointed day, exactly as I would send for a ticket-porter at home, and determined to make the best of it.

Tales of all countries 2004

I went, he desired me to call a porter, but I not knowing where to find one, he sent a person who brought one that appeared to be a ticket-porter.

Lives of the Most Remarkable Criminals Who have been Condemned and Executed for Murder, the Highway, Housebreaking, Street Robberies, Coining or other offences Arthur L. Hayward

He who asketh for a low situation, as a ticket-porter, curate, and the like.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, July 17, 1841 Various

This he took care to convey by a ticket-porter of whose fidelity he was well assured, and having despatched this affair, he let slip nothing to make his intended voyage successful.

Lives of the Most Remarkable Criminals Who have been Condemned and Executed for Murder, the Highway, Housebreaking, Street Robberies, Coining or other offences Arthur L. Hayward

Affectionately and sorrowfully, T.C. ” With this missive (which I was in twenty minds at once about recalling, as soon at it was out of my hands), the ticket-porter at last departed.

XXV. Good and Bad Angels 1917

It took me such a long time to write an answer at all to my satisfaction, that I don’t know what the ticket-porter can have thought, unless he thought I was learning to write.

XXV. Good and Bad Angels 1917

Copperfield, Esquire, ” said the ticket-porter, touching his hat with his little cane.

XXV. Good and Bad Angels 1917

It took me such a long time to write an answer at all to my satisfaction, that I don't know what the ticket-porter can have thought, unless he thought I was learning to write.

David Copperfield Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 1917

When I went to dinner next day, and, on the street-door being opened, plunged into a vapour-bath of haunch of mutton, I divined that I was not the only guest, for I immediately identified the ticket-porter in disguise, assisting the family servant, and waiting at the foot of the stairs to carry up my name.

XXV. Good and Bad Angels 1917

I WAS going out at my door on the morning after that deplorable day of headache, sickness, and repentance, with an odd confusion in my mind relative to the date of my dinner-party, as if a body of Titans had taken an enormous lever and pushed the day before yesterday some months back, when I saw a ticket-porter coming up-stairs, with a letter in his hand.

XXV. Good and Bad Angels 1917